Mahret: *”Why for?”* *sniffs around the ground, looking for more leaf. She grumbles and begins to trot ahead, aimlessly sniffing the ground, almost seeming lost. Her fel-stalk flicks all over the place, but it looks more lost and confused than anything else*
Kalysto: *watches Mahret sniff about* She may not have all of her senses intact, you know.